The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Frozen fingers (Harry)

Trigger warning: eating disorders

At lunch, we found Draco sat at the very edge of the Gryffindor table, the heavy book he was hiding behind shaking. He was now in a navy blue hoodie, with a grey top underneath, his eyes quickly scanning the pages as the other people edged away from him and stared as if he was some kind of freak.

"Hey, Draco!" I shouted from the other side of the hall, trying to make it obvious that we were his friends, and he wasn't hear accidently. I slumped next to him, Ron and Hermione the other side. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"My dad's comming out of Azkaban" he mumbled, not moving his eyes from his book, but they grew round with fear. I grimmaced, unable to image exactly what was going through his mind, what his dad had ever done to him to make him so scared. Ron immediately took hold of a chicken sandwich, and devoured it with the speed of a lion. Hermione more delicately picked out a sandwich from the giant selection, holding the platter out for Draco to get one.

"Oh, no, I've already had one" he lied, pushing it away. He looked up at me finally, pointing towards the food. "Harry?"

"Only if you have one" I said sternly, picking out a cheese one. "Just one." He gulped, but reached out to see the innards of each sandwich. When he found the one with the least calories, he looked at me, then took a small bite, the sandwich shaking precariously. I smiled encouragingly, as Ron wolfed down another, looking at Draco as if he was crazy. I steadily ate mine, grinning wider with each bite he took, washing it down with gulps of water. When we'd all finished, Ron having polished off the vast majority of the food, we all went to the courtyard, wrapping going to Gryffindor tower first to get some warmer clothes.

"Hermione, what if he dosen't have anything to wear?" I asked, rummaging through my trunk to see if I owned another coat. "I mean, he didn't have one earlier." She looked at Ron with that infuriatingly smug expression on her face, and I hid my face under the lid of my trunk to hide my flaming pink cheeks.

"I think he'll live" she replied, clearly trying to surpress a giggle. Ron snorted, and I ducked a little deeper. I didn't have a second coat, but I had two scarfs, so I wound one round my neck, and looped the other round my forearm like a bandage. Draco was outside, and as predicted he didn't have a coat, just the same thin blue hoodie that he had on earlier and a pair of black wollen gloves. Thinking quickly, I took off my own heavy winter coat, and gave it to him, forcing him to wear it.

"No, I can't wear your coat, you'll freeze!"

"I have about twenty jumpers on, I promise you I'll live" I laughed, showing him my many layers. "Put my coat on, you're the one who'll get cold. I got you a scarf too."

"Well, thank you" he said, pulling it on, and accepting his scarf more easily. Hermione and Ron walked ahead, with many unsubtle backwards glances. I stuck my tounge out at them, and turned to Draco. 

"So how are you then?" I asked, reaching for his hand cautiously. He took it straight away, his fingers automatically curling round mine, like this was a practised thing we did, as if they were perfectly moulded together. He squeezed my hand, and my heart soared, a reaction I'd never experienced with any girl.

"I'm ok" he replied softly, leaning a little closer so I could catch his words. Or sniff his hair. I did both, whatever his intentions were. I'm not ashamed. "I still feel stuffed from lunch though. You?" I looked at him anxiously (well, into his ear really), thinking how a single sandwich could fill you up, but not commenting on it, knowing this was a sensitive issue, and this wasn't the time to make an argument.

"I'm ok." I returned, my hip accidently bumping his as I got a little too close. It hurt a little- I knew I was skinnier than most, but he seemed to be only made of bone.